Do you tip the post man?

George the postman was on the final day of his job after 35 years of serving the same neighbourhood, come rain or shine. At his first house, he was greeted by the entire family applauding him, and sent on his way with a healthy gift envelope. At the second house, he was presented with a case of fine wine, at the third he left with a box of Havana cigars. At the fourth house, George was greeted by a beautiful blonde in a baby-doll nightie, who took him by the hand upstairs to the bedroom and treated him to the best of his life. Afterwards she led him to the kitchen and cooked him breakfast. As the stunning woman poured the coffee, the postie noticed a £1 coin next to his cup. ‘What’s the money for?’ he asked. ‘Oh,’ the woman replied. ‘Last night I told my husband that today was your last day, and I asked him what we should give you as a special treat. He said, “Fvck him. Give him a pound.” The breakfast was my idea.’